One.
There’s a hole in my head that can’t digest the meaning of a leaf branch.
Half of a sudden, I ask, “Where to go?” I’m sorry.
The branches are just silent.
I asked, “Are you serious? I’m sorry.
She’s been quiet for a long time and she’s laughing.
“I’m kidding you. I’m sorry.
She spoke calmly, so she pinched my face with ease and smiled so softly. But my heart is as if it had a smitten fist, a bruise, and a pain.
Where am I going?
Departing from Huayang is an act of infidelity; and deviating from family is a matter of disloyality; and deviating from a husband is not unjust.
I don’t care, but I’m still shaking.
I’m trying to justify something, and I can’t say it, but I can only look at her with red eyes.
I couldn’t help but look at the leaves, leaning over and lighting my forehead with a falling candle.
“I told you it was a joke… how to make such an expression.” I don’t know. Thought I was bullying you. I’m sorry.
“You just bullied me. I’m sorry.
I laughed at the leaves: “The thief shouted for capture.” I’m sorry.
She smiled nicely, and there was nothing wrong with the wind in my heart. The candle was slashed on her side of the face and was like a flower.
“I don’t want you to forget me.” I’m sorry.
The leaves are holding up.
Her hands were flat and silent.
And I turned my back on her until I looked down and broke the silence: “What can I do in modern times?” I’m sorry.
The subject turned a little fast and the leaf branch didn’t react.
“Hmm? I’m sorry.
“A man like me, in modern times, becomes a loser who can’t do anything. I’m sorry.
“No,” she answered, “It’s a very tolerant place, you can learn a lot, do a lot.” I’m sorry.
She looked out the window, like a memory, like a imagination.
“You can go to school. You’re only 17 years old, and you’re the age of the seniors. I’m sorry.
“Is that science? I’m sorry.
“About that. I’m sorry.
“Isn’t it true that only men are allowed to participate in science? I’m sorry.
“No, ” the leaves answer to my question, “Everyone has the right to study, including women. I’m sorry.
“What if I can’t learn? I’m sorry.
“It doesn’t matter if you don’t learn well … How can you not? You’re smart and you’re willing to work hard. The teachers must like you. I’m sorry.
“Does the teacher like me? I’m sorry.
“Yes,” she said, “There are a lot of kids your age in school, and they’ll like you. I’m sorry.
She suddenly couldn’t keep up.
It’s like it’s crushing something. It’s been a while before it’s talked.
“You want to learn medicine? There are specialized faculties of medicine and medical universities. When you go to college, there’ll be more to learn. I’m sorry.
“What do modern doctors learn? I’m sorry.
“I’m not sure. Modern doctors, however, generally no longer need to be consulted, with more sophisticated methods of treatment and more sophisticated equipment. Many doctors choose an area of their own interest to study hard. Some doctors are theoretical and others are technical. Doctors have a wider vision and can save more people. I’m sorry.
And We lay down on our elbows, and We listened to the branches of the leaves, and told me of the new heavens and the earth.
Listen, I laughed.
“A world like that,” I didn’t mean to say, “I’d love to see it.” I’m sorry.
Two.
And We talked with the leaves until the end of the night, and arranged that she would take me out of the palace quietly the next day.
When she left, she ran across a hundred miles. They had a face shot, and they didn’t look good.
I was on my way to a hundred miles, and he said, “Humming,” and turned around.
I’m so embarrassed.
The next morning, me and the fowl went over the wall and were caught 100 miles away.
I watched almost a hundred miles of anger under the feet of the wall, and I almost fell from the head of the wall.
The leaves are in a hurry to come to their senses. I’m sorry.
I took the crying of the scared, and died as a horse doctor, crying at a hundred miles and crying, “The husband, the husband…”
A hundred miles away, the air is visiblely weak.
He bites his teeth, and his tone is soft: “Amu, come back first. Watch out for the wounds. I’m sorry.
I have no idea what to do, and I have turned to the eyes of the leaves for help.
And a hundred miles of frowning, as if she were to be skinned.
However, the leaves were just up against the wall and the wristband was tightened without panic.
“It’s impossible to go back. Your Highness, shall we join you?”
3
“Ridiculous! I’m sorry.
In a motorcar, 100 miles to my left, with his eyebrows and his liver burning.
“The Prince of Lonely House! You’re going to cross the wall alone! I’m sorry.
“It’s not ridiculous, but His Highness the Prince has come out, and the branch sits on my right side, and it’s so skilled at turning his lips, “it’s still time to jump. I’m sorry.
“You’re just trying to get rid of him. I’m sorry.
“If I really want to take my baby, Your Highness can’t stop me. I’m sorry.
“You’re insolent!”
“Stop it…” I was caught between two people trying to pull.
Not only did they not stop, they meant more and more.
I’m angry.
The horses were upside down, and I took a deep breath and opened bows to the right and left, and put their hands in their own hands.
A hundred miles and a leaf branch shut up at the same time.
“Stop it! I warn you in a violent manner.
A hundred miles coughed, and then the face fell apart.
His ears are slightly red, but his sleeves hold my hand gently.
I’m a little surprised.
Leaf branches put me and a hundred miles of little action under my eyes and softly grunted.
She broke my hand and closed her eyes, and her head was crooked and leaned on my shoulder.
“I’m sleepy. Leave me alone. I’m sorry.
4
The morning of the departure and the arrival of the carriage on the outskirts of the city, the sky was just bright.
The sun shines in the clouds, like a radiant egg.
The spring wind and warm, and the endless water fields are filled with green seedlings.
I was standing on the side of the field, and I felt the wind blowing through my ears, and I felt the whole thing open.
I turned around and said, “How do you know this place?” I’m sorry.
“Have you forgotten? I was found on the outskirts of the city, and I was whispered, “The man who found me took me home and the couple took care of me with all their heart for a few days. I’m sorry.
She ran over a dwarf room far away with an anon chin.
And We look forward to the green waves of green, and in the well-rounded fields, the farmers and the women of the land, who were in the plume, bowing themselves, and pouring paddy seed into the earth with diligence.
There are footmen on the field who have suffocated, cattle who have swayed their tails, and old men who have to be white, who are still working hard.
All things recover, rejoice, and look at the land of all kinds, and suddenly they frown and ask: “Do farmers need to work so hard in your time? I’m sorry.
The leaves were apparently unexpectedly spoken to her for a moment before they answered in cold.
“It will be much better. Because we have machines. I’m sorry.
“What is a machine? I’m sorry.
“Similar to the ploughing plough,” the leaf branch signals a buffalo that is walking slowly in the mud not far away, “but the machine is man-made, man-managed; it is not fatigued; it does not make mistakes. When plugged in, there was an automatic plug-in; when harvested, there was an automatic harvester. You need a dozen, if not dozens of young people to cultivate the land, and you need only one person to take responsibility for the future. I’m sorry.
“Don’t lose sight of each other? I’m sorry.
The leaves laughed: “Not only will we not, we will produce more crops than you.” Your Highness, when I test you, do you know how much grain you can produce? I’m sorry.
A hundred miles away: “It’s a ten acre, a good field, when you’ve seen the country’s farmers alone.” I’m sorry.
“One stone, one stone, about 20 kilos of our age. In other words, your production of an acre is about 200 kg, while our production of an acre is over 1,500 kg. I’m sorry.
I’m surprised, “1 ,500…”
A hundred miles is not surprising.
He’s just looking at the vast fields, the silence. The sun shines in his eyes, and it is vast.
I call, “Your Highness?”
A hundred miles down, “I can’t see why the so-called passers-by is called the “god.” In his last words, the emperor said that the gods would bring dawn to the sun and open new paths, which must be precious and unkillable. Now, lonely seems to understand. I’m sorry.
Ivy asked, “What do you understand?” I’m sorry.
“I understand your differences. He said, “The view you used to have is the future we never dreamed of. I’m sorry.
“You’re wrong, 100 miles away. I’m sorry.
The branch has taken a few steps forward.
Suspended needles typically have soft hair that hangs behind her head and shakes with her steady pace.
She overheads and the sun falls on her long eyelashes.
“You, me, Lin, and millions of people in the world are the same.” Me, too, and it is easy to see, but we, the passers-by, have the privilege of standing on the shoulders of giants and looking back at this era, which is unique; but it is true that in this era there are countless ancients who, with their own wisdom, have made numerous miracles, passed on, made the future. I’m sorry.
And the wind bloweth forth her hair, and the branches of the leaves glistening against the light.
“Even without us, history is the same. The future you speak of is not untouchable, but is bound to come. I’m sorry.
The sun is warm and bright.
A hundred miles of sight and smiled: “You are not nothing but one who takes back the foreword alone. I’m sorry.
“I take back what I said and you deserve to be a prince.” I’m sorry.
I can’t help but laugh when my eyes are around them.
“What are you laughing at?” I’m sorry.
“It’s nothing,” I took a hundred miles of cuffs and fled behind him, and said, “It’s just that the husband and the branch were able to get along.” I’m sorry.
“…who wants to get along with her! I’m sorry.
The ears are red and the sleeves are gone.
I was blinded by his sudden temper and turned my head and asked the leaf branch: “What happened to him?” I’m sorry.
“Why don’t you call him a husband?” I’m sorry.
I still don’t understand the meaning of the twig, but it’s coming from the wagon.
“Before we leave Orient House, there will be no need to go over the wall. I’m sorry.
5
The day before the spring hunt came, it was extremely peaceful.
On the first day, Uncle Six was caught in a line of needles, and was forced to flee to the palace.
On the second day, a hundred miles of discussion took place over the head, with bare-handed fists of the leaves, and the leaves and the branches of the leaves triumphed.
On the third day, I embroidered the bag to the branch and expressed the will to “want to be strong.”
On the fourth day, the leaves cried out to me and ran away in the morning, saying, “To be strong.”
On the fifth day, the morning run was carried out for two days, and the leaf branch gave up under my entanglement; Uncle Six and the leaf branch fought for no reason and divided it evenly.
On the sixth day, it brought with it a self-made, modern card, as if it were called “the rich.” Very interesting.
Seventh day, play cards.
Eighth day, play cards.
Ninth day, play cards.
In ten days, the next new one at Orient House.
On the 10th day, when the hundred miles came back, I was seen with the leaves, the thirteen princesses, and Uncle Six sat around in a circle.
Playing cards.
It’s a hundred miles away, and it’s on top.
“It’s the best! I’m sorry.
“Here we go, I’m here with you.” I’m sorry.
“The lonely don’t play this childish…”
“Is the Prince afraid? I’m sorry.
“Fear?”
“Worried to lose to me. I’m sorry.
“The joke. Lonely will lose to you?” I’m sorry.
A hundred miles to join the game.
Six.
Several people have been playing at Orient House nearing the lock.
I was walking away, and I was screaming about what game I’d be playing with.
“Grandma, that’s not a good thing to say. I’m sorry.
I was curious to ask, “Is there no part of Master Zuma’s relationship with that age?” I’m sorry.
“The princess,” he smiled at me, but his eyes were as cold as a pair, “not everyone has a home to return. I’m sorry.
The sunset sank into the ground, the sights and the hundreds of miles of thought departed, and Orient House closed its doors.
A hundred miles said he was going back to the study and was about to turn around, and the leaves were suddenly calling out to him.
“What do you know about the 13th horse? I’m sorry.
“You mean easy to see? “Only he knew that he was 10 years old, he had taken part in the trials and presented a lot of strange things, and that was amazing. According to him, he had entered the age by mistake and waited for the day to meet him. I’m sorry.
“…and listen to him fart. “I can’t help but say something.
I think about what I said in the Princess’s house earlier, and guess is, he’s not “obvious.”
And he came to this age at the age of 10, when he was really easy to see.
It’s too strange that I don’t know yet, and I’d better keep it a secret.
The gods, who were traditionally recognized, were dressed in strange costumes on the day of the five stars and appeared somewhere near the City of Light, which is the capital of Huayang. It’s the only one who doesn’t wear clothes and hearts like this.
Or the only one known.
If a man’s soul can really be replaced, where is the original spirit? What’s wrong with being a parent and family?
A god who invades someone’s body, can he be called a god?
“Is there a problem?” I wonder.
“Nothing, you keep talking. I’m sorry.
“There is nothing to say.” At that time, the Princess of the Goddess had just been married to Orient House, where she was in doubt and disputed. The father left behind and talked to him alone for a long time. At the end of the day, his father had blessed him with a son of God and promoted him to prison. An easy-to-see identity is the answer. But…”
“But what?”
“But not long after he was a doctor of state, there was a family in town who went to recognize him. I’m sorry.
“What’s that easy to say?”
He said, “No, he doesn’t know,” and he replied, “But the family whispered and said that it was their youngest son, and he came up with his ear. It was so long ago, when it was a 10-year-old child, that he was so scared and cried and his father made a obeisance in the morning. He was born with love and joy, and he was born with a genius who was never born. His father loved him so much that he was sentenced to death for a felony. I’m sorry.
I suddenly think of easy eyes.
Hide behind the lenses, clear eyes, like the sun.
– “What do you think an extra traveler can change? I’m sorry.
The sound of the leaf branch will give me back my soul.
She turned her head at hundreds of miles, and said, “Well, you remember pretty well what’s easy to see. I’m sorry.
“It’s natural. As Master of Orient House, you must know who can use it. I’m sorry.
A hundred miles of light and a little talk.
“Why are you asking about this? I’m sorry.
“It’s nothing, just ask, “The branch of the leaf is on me and a hundred miles, waved, “Thanks. I’m sorry.
In the night wind, a hundred miles softly.
“The other members of the family were sentenced to exile, but on the day before their departure to the border, the cell where they were held was set on fire. There’s no one alive. I’m sorry.
The branch of the leaf went into the dark without stopping.
7
After the leaves were removed, hundreds of miles remained standing.
We have no words but to offer the willows a cloak, and reach for a hundred miles.
He grabbed my hand with ten fingers and looked far away, and spoke with a secret memory.
“It would have been more painful for a man like his brother if she had been a prince. I’m sorry.
I know he’s talking about it, but I pretend I don’t know.
“What was it like to be the princess?” I’m sorry.
“I can’t remember.” I’m sorry.
He’s lying.
He knows a lot.
I didn’t poke him through, I just pulled my hand back.
“Does His Highness miss His Highness? I’m sorry.
This seems to be the first time that I have taken the initiative to mention a hundred miles to him, and he is somewhat surprised that he did not answer for a long time.
“The Emperor is a great prince,” he said, “and a good brother.” I’m sorry.
Some deep-seated concerns broke out of the ground.
I know it shouldn’t be, but I can’t control my mind.
Those words were like a needle, buried deep in my bloodline, and from time to time stinged.
– “Who are those who are the princes of the land, who are the gods, who are the righteous, who are the proud, who are the ruthless, who are the ruthless?” How dare she ask him for this. I’m sorry.
Will 100 miles be like him?
And I looked at him, “So His Highness wants to be like him, too, is he?” I’m sorry.
I don’t know what I mean.
As expected.
I know there is no fault in the 100 miles, and there is no fault in the 100 miles.
I’ve been a great prince for a hundred miles, but how much trust have I had in his youth?
I can’t see him.
Without Lin, there are many people in the world who can be his princess and many who want to be his princess. Do I really need to be around him? Do I really have to?
I don’t think I’ve ever thought about these questions.
My heart cools in empty air, but I still hold on to my body and salute him gently.
“The night is cold. Your Highness will return to his room. I’ll leave you if you need help. I’m sorry.
I’ve just turned around, and I’ve been holding my wrist a hundred miles away.
He followed me two steps and held me from behind.
“Om, you’re not happy. I’m sorry.
“No, my concubine did not. I’m sorry.
“You don’t want to be alone? I’m sorry.
I’m sure: “Your Highness is mistaken. “The concubine is just…”
“Why do you always do that? He interrupts me, burys his head in my neck, and he says, “What the hell did Lonely do wrong? I’m sorry.
I’m breathing tight.
“Why do you always push me away when you used to laugh at me without reservation, behind me and after me? I’d rather you scolded me than watch you fall apart. I’m sorry.
What a lie.
A hundred miles of accusations seem to have stabbed me.
I seem to have bled my throat, but I can only swallow the pain and tell myself that it’s okay.
It’s okay. Just hold on.
For the sake of the family, for the sake of the Prince, for the sake of Huayang.
I kept my word and tried hard to stay rational and to escape. And he gave strength, holding my hand.
“Linquent! He whispered, “What are you doing? I’m sorry.
Unpredictablely, I think I’ve lost a string.
It’s like a bleeding scar, and I’ve been putting it in a good way, and I’ve had to take my veil off a hundred miles and show the essence of blood.
I’m stuck in pain and I can’t control my vicious words.
“You’re sick 100 miles away. I’m sorry.
And I turned and pushed him, and his nose was sore, and his tears fell.
“What right do you have to say to me? It’s you! I’m sorry.
I’ve never seen such a violent attitude before.
“What do I have to do to make everyone happy?” I looked at him, sad and desperate, and I said, “I’ve understood everything and I’m really trying to understand!” But why is everyone pointing at me and everyone telling me to do that? I’m trying for you, but in the end I’ll be blamed! It’s like this. It’s like this. You don’t ask me if I want to. You don’t care if I’m upset or sad! I’m sorry.
“When will loneliness make you suffer?” I’m sorry.
“Did I say I’m a disgrace to you?” I yelled at him, “I am nothing but an insignificant setup in the eyes of the Prince!” You’ve been busy with your business all day, you’ve been walking around me, you’ve been talking, you’ve been angry. I’m supposed to guess everything. I’m supposed to comfort myself. I’m sorry.
“Who says you have nothing to do with it?” Who took you for a setup! Do you know what you’re talking about? I’m sorry.
“Where isn’t? The more I say it, “You think I’m lying, then I’m waiting for you to come back to the palace, and I’m going to give you a light, and I’m going to feed you with medicine! Who cares who! Do you think I was born to bully you? I’m sorry.
“…no. He’s clumsyly trying to explain that the tails of his words are all vibrating. I’m sorry.
“Will I not be afraid?” I cried and said, “You don’t tell me anything, you don’t tell me anything, why do you ask me to do that to you?” I’m sorry.
It’s a hundred miles away.
“So… Do you like me? I’m sorry.
I am getting hot as a result of anger and humiliation, and I am suddenly hearing him shift in focus, and I am ashamed to say a single word.
A hundred miles ahead, with both hands on my shoulder.
His eyes were full of reds, which were distraught and complex, and his eyes were on me, and he kept trying to confirm.
“Lin, do you like me?”
8
As the wind rose, I was so angry that I finally woke up.
I’m so confused, I’m running away from my head and I’m trying to contain the noise in my blood.
“…sorry, Your Highness. I’m sorry, I’m…
I was dragged into my arms by a hundred miles.
A cold kiss came up.
His lips are like a warm and fine piece of jade, and warm upon my lips.
And the lips were grinding, and I was passively accepted, and I was ashamed, and I bit them.
And the candles in the lantern swayed, and they kissed me with their hearts and hearts. His hands were ironing my back, and his kisses were fast and moving.
I couldn’t get away with it, but I couldn’t stop crying.
And the gentle ink flowed, half-twirling, and he lifted his lips, and held my face, and forced me to look to him.
“Lynn, I care about you. Much more than you think. “How much more clearly do I have to show that I like you?” I’m sorry.
And a few miles low, and prostrated on my forehead.
My tears have been unchallenged.
“Evidently? “I don’t feel like crying, “No, you never said that. I’m sorry.
“Do I like you? Don’t you feel anything? I’m sorry.
“I don’t care what it feels like,” and I looked him in the face, “I want you to say it and tell me.” We believe only in the clear and clear love. I’m sorry.
“I understand…” “I’ll wipe my tears with my hands, and I’ll try to say, “Don’t cry.”
But my tears continue to fall.
I have no idea where I came from, but I feel that I have survived to this day, knowing that everything is shackled.
If I can’t satisfy everyone in my whole life, what am I working for?
For the lightest words of history?
And We waved our hands a hundred miles away, and We purified our tears.
“No need to worry about your concubine. From now on, my concubine will still be a princess and ask Your Highness to be his own. I’m sorry.
9
The second spring hunt, I got on the wagon with red eyes like rabbits.
A hundred miles ago, he tried to open his mouth and finally said nothing.
Spring hunting is an important royal event, and the ceremonial departures are high. Under the leadership of His Majesty today, all but the female members of the family are dressed with bows and arrows.
All the remaining ministers are in the dynasty, kneeling and leaving the city. The royal battles of the hooping royal battles took the gates of the palace and marched in an orderly manner towards the North Peper hunting grounds north of the royal city.
The North Peper hunting field is a flat field with a vast area of water and grass and high mountains adjacent to it, about half a day away from the royal city.
“Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter.”
Chun-chun, meant to hunt a beast without a baby.
In the spring, it is more important to allow the nobles and soldiers to show their skills than to acquire prey. In addition to this, it is an agreed ritual.
I sat in the carriage, I lifted up the curtains and looked out, and saw the branches riding in the right hand, holding a rope like a finger.
Today she was wearing a light ink-coloured robe, and the bowbag was put around her back to collect a beautiful body. When I looked at her, she looked in my eyes and looked at her, “It was a fight.” I’m sorry.
No, I don’t. “The sand blows. I’m sorry.
And the eye of the leaf was not laughing: “Where is the sand? I raised it for you.” I’m sorry.
I could hear her, and I looked at her, and I couldn’t stand her.
“They’re all in front. Would you like to ride with me for a while?” I’m sorry.
I was lying in the window and I was astonished, “How can you do anything?” I’m sorry.
“It’s not like you’ve got a lot of pressure. I don’t have much to lose. I’m sorry.
We were chatting about the sky with the leaves, and suddenly we were running on a pony with a bouquet.
May I have a word, Miss Ye? I’m sorry.
The leaves are not oblivioned: “No. I’m sorry.
“Small Rose, don’t be so unpopular.” I’m sorry.
“Go away. I’m sorry.
“Why did Uncle Six call for the leaves of the roses?” I’m sorry.
“Beautiful roses carry thorns,” he looked at the branches, and said, “Don’t you think, Miss Leaf is like a thorned rose?” I’m sorry.
I had a cold, a cold war.
It seems to have been hard to take a deep breath.
She said, “Scram, I beg you.” I’m sorry.
A hundred miles of deafness, a lid and a bouquet of roses.
I was surprised: “What is Uncle Six doing?” I’m sorry.
The leaves close their eyes and squeeze two words out of their teeth.
“Scrap.” I’m sorry.
10
His Majesty told him to leave.
After he left, the leaf branch was clearly relaxed.
I bend my eyes, and I’m so excited to come out.
“When did you and Uncle Six become so familiar? I’m sorry.
“Not well,” the mouth of the leaf branch stomped, “I saw it on the street once before. He owes me. I’m sorry.
She didn’t look like she wanted to talk, so I didn’t ask, just nod.
Towards the evening, the team finally arrived at the North Pepper Game. His Majesty entered the hunting grounds first and encamped as long ago as possible, while men like him were naturally side by side.
Real spring hunting will not start in the morning.
At night, the accounts of the various camps were filled, and hundreds of miles were drawn to me and the leaves.
A hundred miles of red shirts and silver coats, and the face of the earth, half of the algae, is still shining. Before she approached, she was surprised to see that the leaves were pacifying the horses.
“You can tame a horse?”
“A little bit. I’m sorry.
“It’s easy to say that the modern world has long been rid of horse riding and training.” I’m sorry.
It is easy to see a lack of energy, apparently because of the mental state of the journey.
“I didn’t read, I wouldn’t lie to you. I’m sorry.
“Most-day horses are really rare,” and “I’m doing it for work.” I’m sorry.
“What do you do in modern times? I’m sorry.
“The police.” I’m sorry.
It seems like you heard something. You coughed so hard, you screamed.
“What kind of police?”
“What kind of police are there? I’m sorry.
“No, I mean, what do you normally do? I’m sorry.
“For a while, he was a SWAT officer and later promoted to the provincial hall. Then the provincial hall called for Yunnan. And then, “The branch of the leaf stopped, “Special mission, go go go. I’m sorry.
How dare you! I’m sorry.
It’s easy to say “sweet.”
“What is it? What cop? What SWAT? What is Myanmar’s North?”
It’s easy to think, and it’s easy to explain to us: “You can understand that, uh, she’s the one who’s very, very good. I’m sorry.
“Celebrity capture!” “The eyes of hundreds of miles of reading shine.
“I can’t say that either. “No wonder you’re in such a hurry to get back… What’s your job in North Burma? I’m sorry.
The leaf snuggles the hair of the horse and says, “No.” I don’t do drugs. My main work there is intelligence and fraud. Moreover, border management is strict and not always accessible in every province. The things that were settled in the past were not fixed, and we were not in charge. I’m sorry.
The bonfires in the camp are burning, and hundreds of miles of twigs are being held up, with a keen interest in asking questions about the police.
“What do the police train? I’m sorry.
“Many,” the leaves replied with a temperate answer, “physical, equipment-swaming, heavy mountain climbing, and some basic tactical training, such as the dark light tactics of the team, indoor tactics. In addition to that, so much more needs to be done. I’m sorry.
A hundred miles of reading and I understand, and the eyes of the easy-to-see branches of the leaves are suddenly filled with respect.
As a direct result, he took a big step away.
“Why can’t you be so popular?” I’m sorry.
“What do I do in science and technology? I’m sorry.
“What’s science?” I’m sorry.
It won’t stop.
It’s easy to see hands across a hundred miles.
“Why didn’t I see you when I taught you your homework? I’m sorry.
“The princess is a martial arts genius who has to die with those books.” Besides, reading can’t allow your father to make you a horse, but to win a battle for a reward comes quickly. I’m sorry.
It’s easy to be caught up in her usual recklessness, shaking her head with smiles and drowning.
“You.”
Eleven.
For the next day’s scavenger, the ship’s car, Lawton, had not spent much time at Orient House camp.
It’s like a debate. In the vicinity of the Royal Account, the Royal Guard Forest Army, the Skull Battalion and the unknown swords are heavily guarded.
I know it’s not just a hundred miles and a hundred miles, but my father Lin-sang is there.
During the spring hunt, the Korean affairs were dealt with as usual, except for a change of venue. It’s not easy for the emperor or the prince.
Last time my father didn’t see me, because of what I knew of him, he was afraid that he might have suffocated, but he was waiting to see me do my duty.
I have some real headaches.
And he asked, “What is that? I’m sorry.
And We looked in her eyes, and upon the prairie, not far away, there were men holding torches and setting the range for tomorrow.
On the other side, another group of people is working on construction.
“That is for His Majesty.” I explained, “Tomorrow His Majesty will hunt first, and when His Majesty’s hunting is finished, he will return to the account and watch the other princes ride.” I’m sorry.
“Is it possible for everyone to participate in the hunt? I’m sorry.
“You’re in?”
And the leaf shakes its head: I will only ride on horses, and I will not bow or arrow. I’m sorry.
I laughed, “There’s something else you won’t.” I’m sorry.
After a few days of chatting with Yee, there was still little movement on the royal bill.
I hesitated.
“The hour is not too early. Go to sleep.” I don’t know when. I’m sorry.
And We denied: who says I am waiting for him? I’m sorry.
He didn’t say anything. Slap my head and go back to his own tent.
I left candles for a hundred miles and forced myself to sleep, but my mind became more conscious.
And wait until the night is dark, and a hundred miles of footfall into the account, and a very light change of bedding.
I turned my back on him and pretended to be asleep.
He sat dead on the edge of the war bed for a while and approached me with care, with his fingers softly turning my hair away from his ears.
Close my eyes, I can’t find out what he looks like, I can only try to keep my breath steady.
A hundred miles is still quiet.
He’s just lying down in peace, holding me behind the covers.
After a long time, he whispered with his accent, “I like you.” I’m sorry.
I ignored him.
He said again, “Lin, I like you. I’m sorry.
It’s like you’re trying to tell me what you’re doing, and it’s like you’re trying to bite me in every word.
And his hand was fixed in a measure that would not make me miserable until he fell asleep.
Listen, he’s breathing evenly, and my heart is like cheese, and I’m in a mess.
In his arms, I gradually eased down and fell asleep before I could think more.
12
The next morning, the sky was clear.
After His Majesty’s hunting, all returned to the hunting grounds. The rest of you are ready to hunt.
It’s natural that 100 miles is at the front. And We looked towards him, and only he sat on his back, in white and silver. He was followed by a dog, with a white dog with his eyes set on fire.
It’s still a red costume. She was riding an extremely tall red horse with a leopard sitting behind her saddle.
And there was no one to pull, so the leopard sat behind a hundred miles, licking his paws slowly, and a bit of a gentle wind.
The Regent Billie wears a pink collar today, with a smooth bouquet of bouquets on his collar.
On the top of his head, two eagles circled.
And lo! the leaves are appalled: how can ye have even leopards and eagles? I’m sorry.
And I laughed, “You do not know that the eagles and the leopards have been led as hunting companions since ancient times, but in recent decades there have been few able to tame. I’m sorry.
Guoyang studied literature and martial arts, which were divided into three houses: cranes, deer and elephants; under martial arts, there were three branches: eagles, leopards and dogs.
The hawks, leopards and dogs of martial arts are the very partners of the traditional hunting practices of Huayang.
However, Chinese officials have never allowed girls to attend school, except for girls of special origins who are able to shoot in the presence of the general, whose daughter, Rudd, is the only one.
Luo Yi is 1 year younger than me, 28 years old, alive and sweet, and a pair of almonds is one of the queen’s chosen Queens.
The marriage of the daughter is not up to her. The orders of the parents, the words of the media, are at the front.
General Rudd is a warlord and has always been valued by His Majesty. As far as doorman is concerned, it is not too much for General Lu’s daughter to be a princess to the Prince.
In this spring hunt, His Majesty specifically asked the Grand General to take the land with him, the meaning of which is self-evident.
And today, the earth’s raisins on the edge of the hunting grounds are also white and silver coats, and when they stand behind them on horseback, they certainly look fit.
We look forward to her moving in the wind of grass.
It’s a long hair with a hundred miles of thought, a standard cycling and hunting dress, and a tiara, must have been made up.
The daughter’s careless mind, even if it doesn’t say it, will come out of the wreath. We’re all girls. I don’t understand.
She seemed to be looking at the hunting grounds, but her eyes had never been removed for a long time.
And I looked at them, as if a hundred miles of sight were coming upon me,
I’m down immediately.
I felt his sight clearly from such a distance.
He was staring at me until the hunt began.
In the morning breeze, the Royal Forest Army drove a great number of beasts out of the forest on the other side, and a hundred miles of shivers was called out, before the horse ran out with the cheetah, heading for the largest and most vicious boar in the prey, at a rate of wind and power.
100 miles behind them, and the dogs do not give in, but they travel in a spirit to the other side, and, together with the horses of the 100 miles, they strike at the white-spited deer, ready to join them with the bow of the 100 miles.
A hundred miles is about the slowest of all.
On a short horse, he wandered slowly on the edge of the hunt, like a fox waiting for an opportunity. Eagles circled in the sky, loud and loud.
The herds of beasts were suddenly cut apart, and it was fortunate that a few of them were flexible enough to break through this layer of encirclement and were also divided down by the royal officials.
On such occasions, a hundred miles of thought is like water.
The horse was flying, the prey ran, and sometimes she even stood up and bowed and arrowed on her back.
When the wind blows her forehead, and it says that a hundred miles is a flame hidden in the ice, the hundred miles must be a mountain tea in the vast forest, which will shine and shine.
The wild boars were wounded in fury, and a tumbled slab hit their head, and the leopards attacked with determination and bit.
There are more and more prey to be hunted by the hundreds of miles of thought, and it is almost impossible to pick up the guards that follow.
I whispered well, but the gossip around me never stopped.
“The 13 princess is such a tough woman… how can she be so angry and scared? I’m sorry.
“It’s still a rough bandit. I’m sorry.
“A woman should know the book and the husband’s son, and it is no longer her duty to show her face, to fight in battle, and His Majesty should give her up…”
I’ve had a hard time hearing it, I’ve had a bad face, and I’ve had a cold swirling of the leaves.
Those who are not known to be from any of these houses are frightened and afraid of the atmosphere.
The last time the fowls hit the market, they broke their hands. She has been told that she has not been punished by relying on her as a goddess.
And We approached her, saying, “In this case, they are going to be mistaken about you.” I’m sorry.
“The misunderstanding is wrong,” she hugged her arm and said, “I can’t let everyone like it.” I’m sorry.
It’s just over here, and it’s coming out of the hunt.
I can’t feel it. I’ve been working on it.
Only the horses of the earth had been in shock and had suddenly struggled.
The nearest 100 miles away was the first to react and to cooperate with the hounds in their attempt to stop the horse, yet it was like a lost sense of reason and without hindrance.
Horses can only be more insane if they do not respond, and the consequences of an immediate release are far worse. It’s a hundred miles away.
And when the centuries came, they shouted, “Your brother! I’m sorry.
A hundred miles a day, slightly upped its horse speed, waiting in front of the horse, leaving a gap for the leopard to work. The two hawks, which were hundreds of miles away, were also tumbled in time to make the horses with the leopards.
Finally, the horse’s front hooves are on his knees.
The landlord was dumped, but fortunately protected, and the two rolled over for a while and stopped soon.
The scene was in turmoil, and the accompanying doctor rushed.
I can’t help but get close.
The leaves wrinkled and strung me up. I’m sorry.
Through the crowds, I looked forward to seeing Ludwig coming out of his arms.
She was both red, crying and rain, and was looking at her condition 100 miles away.
I can’t see him.
I turned away.
“Swipe, let’s go. “Current number: YXX1DrKrBnKJHp5OJLDRM8Mj
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
